Page 10 of Erotic Research

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“Of course you can, Jules. You’re going to take everything I give you and then you’re going to beg me for more.” His light touches on her clit became stronger, his movements faster.

“No.” Julia shuddered, suddenly desperate to escape the sensations he was creating inside her. “Please stop. I told you. I don’t know what to do.” Tears began to fall down her cheeks and she quickly tried to swipe them away. She couldn’t make a fool of herself in front of him.

Ross paused briefly. “What to do? Jules, I’m going to make you come. Haven’t you ever had an orgasm before?”

“No,” she whispered miserably, trying once again to escape his hold. “I can’t. Please let me go.” She tried to move, but Ross held her down tightly, still across his lap.

“Angel,” he said, “I’m a little confused here. You’ll have to bear with me.”

“Confused?” She attempted to relax, despite the fact she felt silly in the position.

“Brown Eyes, you can describe an orgasm to perfection with words. I know—I’ve read every single one of your books. Now, I find out you’ve never actually experienced one.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I happen to have a marvelous imagination. Besides, I read and do research, you know.”

Ross burst into laughter. Julia’s temper erupted as she beat her fists against his thighs—the only part of him she could reach.

“Jules,” he said, restraining her with seeming ease, his voice laced with mirth, “I won’t tell you again not to fight me.”

“Why are you doing this? It’s humiliating enough without you laughing at me.” His continued torture infuriated her. He’d proven—yet again—that she was an inexperienced, naïve fool.

How many more times tonight was he going to make her feel stupid, unsophisticated, unworthy of his attention?

She simply couldn’t compete with the Bridgets of the world.

“Humiliating?” Slowly, he turned her over and cradled her in his lap. “Oh, Jules, I’m not trying to humiliate you. I just want to show you what you’re missing. Look at me,” he demanded, lifting her chin to face him. “Look at me.”

Slowly, she raised her eyes to his, almost surprised to see Ross. Her same, sweet, comfortable friend Ross. He smiled at her and she couldn’t stop herself from responding in kind.

“I’ve made a mess of this, haven’t I?” he asked. “As far as seductions go, I have to admit, this has been my worst.”

Unwilling to hear Ross berate himself, Julia immediately tried to console him. “Oh no. This isn’t your fault. It’s mine. I—I’m afraid I don’t know exactly how to do all of this. It’s been a long time since a man has touched me. A very long time, I’m afraid.”

“All the more reason why you should let me help you do a little research. Otherwise how will you be able to write your book?”

“I’ll never be able to write that damn book. Look at me. I’m a sex disaster.” She tried to cover her bare bottom with her T-shirt somewhat desperately, suddenly embarassed to be so exposed.

“Not a disaster, Jules, just inexperienced. I could help you with that, if you would let me.”

“Help me how?” His earlier promise to help her research her novel still rang in her ears. Ross always had a plan and Julia shuddered to think what his devious, gorgeous mind was plotting.

“I think I’ve made it fairly obvious that I’m attracted to you. I have been for quite some time. Why don’t we work on this project together? I want you—very badly—and you need more experience—sexually. We could explore some of these things together.”

“Things?” Julia asked. “What does that mean?”

“Jules, haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like between us? We’ve known each other nearly a third of our lives. In our work and in our friendship, we’re completely compatible. Wouldn’t you like to see if the same holds true in bed?”

“So this is just an experiment?” Julia was disgusted at the prospect of having mind-blowing sex as if it were some sort of science project. She was about to refuse, but his next words stopped her.

“No,” Ross interjected quickly. “Absolutely not. I’d simply like to take our relationship to another level. What do you say?”

Chapter Three

“Relationship?” Julia stammered.

Ross realized he’d made a grievous error. Julia was terrified of anything even resembling love or a serious relationship.

“Jules, honey,” he said, adopting a carefree tone, “I’m horny as hell for you. You’ve become an itch I’m dying to scratch. Can you honestly tell me you haven’t wondered how it would be—between us?” Desperate to end the conversation, Ross slowly let his hands wander back down to her hot pussy, prodding gently at her wet opening.

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